Category: Imp’s Bridge

Dalmin wonder, Why does the people asked for his help always look like those who came out from a book. The kind with lots of pictures and only few descriptive words.

I really want to help you, Volk the pale man, but you have to tell the whole story, about why do you want to condone such journey, what do you hope to achieve, and every detail about your soon to be forded trip. I just do not want to alter any more realities.

His face showed confusion about my last statement. Yet the will of the russian with raggy look stayed unshook. Within a few seconds, he seemed to overcome his need to ask much questions and decided to just told Dalmin of what he asked.

The man is a wolf. Dalmin hoped that he meant figuratively, but then the towering figure showed something hanging in his upper gum. Fangs as big as his thumb, sharper than his then showed claws. He is quite a civil wolf though, said that his family have lived among human for generations, cursed in its form, and bore a single mighty task; to take a journey towards its counterpart.

Counterpart?

Our destined spouses, one that none of us ever successfully meet.

How can you last for generations then?

We do not need destiny to breed.

I see… so this she-wolves.. where do…

….They’re not she-wolves. They are empressess living in the moon.

So.. you want to go to the moon?

He said no, and told a story of his legendary ancestor that manage to reach the white kingdom – something that he refer the moon as. But the empress did not want to come to earth with him, and he is left traumatically torn, and once again, his family failed.

So where do you want to go then?

Farther. Beyond the moon, beyond the stars, I want to go to the end of the universe. That’s where she is.

Dalmin stood silent. He tried to look through the wolf’s eyes and try to see if there is anything behind his words. Dalmin knows that he lied. But Dalmin not sure which part did he lied about. There is something that he did not say, or atleast he said it so vaguely, that he knows Dalmin will not understand it. And Dalmin want to know that. He cannot risk another failed experiment with the bridge. And he decided to confront the huge man with a bold opinion.

But, Mr. Volk…. Don’t you get the story?

What do you mean?

Just by what you told, I understand that… I think the whole family story… is about the act of letting go. Your legendary ancestor, who did you say his name was?… Ta-

Do not speak of his name!

Oh.. Ok… well… He… He..did not fail… he found her right?, and he had his moment. He is brave enough to say his goodbye.

That is exactly what my father said.

Why didn’t you listen to him? Maybe your destiny is here, she might be already here all along.

What happened next almost killed Dalmin because of heart attack. He lunged to him, that big, furry fellow, putting his claw around his chest and fangs above his face. He growled and hissed “she is there… She has to be there”. Dalmin thought Damn this! And put out his bridge. It roses to the sky like a tree, a very thin one, and make repeating sound of thunderclaps. I don’t care whatever catastrophe this may cause, Dalmin thought ,it surely worth not being maimed by a race he just found out to be exist.

Without even in a blink of an eye, the wolf jumped to the bridge and gone. Dalmin managed to fight his fright, he stared at the blinding bridge for a few seconds, Digest the situation with his logic and heart, say the words Damn this! once again, and follow the wolf.

And by the time Dalmin reached back to his good old world, he found himself almost cried. He is a sad man, that wolf. The kind of sad that put so much anger around him, making him even fiercer than guns. Dalmin came back alone. The wolf didn’t want to came despite she said that he will be as much as dead if he decided to stay. He said he died already. And yes, the wolf did found her. He is the first of his generations to be able to stay by his empress’s side. But not in life, in something that is much bigger and much more undescribeable.

Yet what makes Dalmin almost cried is not the end the journey, but the true means behind it. After he jumped to the bridge, he found himself at the end of the universe. Once again the bridge shows its quality. It does not fail. He also found Mr.Volk, as he was just sitting like a huge, unmoved reef that floats in a black, starry scene. He then decided to slowly reached to him, trying to do it as unnoticed as he can.

You know, each of our kind was supposed to meet an unruly death, in times that we expect the least.

Dalmin was quite shocked that his presence is caught with such ease. But what shocked him even more is that the stoic man has now a milder voice, and he addressed Dalmin first without being asked.

That is the third of our curse.

So you live shorter?

Not necessarily. But we die faster, yes.

….

After she cried and mourn for my ‘condition’, she finally found her smile again. Then she said, before everything ends, she’ll make sure that my last vision will be only the most of the world’s beauty.

I told her that its her.

He looked at Dalmin’s eye and now Dalmin found out what the he’s been hiding all along. This time, he told Dalmin the whole truth. She is not an imaginary empress, the ‘counterpart’ he’s been talking about. She is real and alive. Or atleast she was.

Then she laughed, still with tears, and then she hugged me. She hugged me as if she never wanted to let me go. But then she let go, and said that she will be there when I’m leaving. She will make sure that her smile, not tears, that will accompany me towards the end.

You see, Mr. Bridge man, I found her. My Empress. Not in the sky, or sitting in the throne of white kingdom. I found her standing in front of my favourite coffee shop, trying to help a dog that got its leg stuck between broken pavement. And then she left, my curse has become of her. She met my unprecedented death.

What happened?

A car accident. Can you imagine? The wolf lost his empress in a car accident.

Dalmin couldn’t say a single words. He wanted to, but whatever he think of saying suddenly seemed so wrong just before he about to say it. So he just stood there, only slightly taller than the sitting man. Waiting. Just waiting. Hoping that there will be something emerged out of the nothingness.

Nothing did.

Not for a very long and harrowing hours.

Then out of a sudden, someone sat before us. Just sitting. Without much expression, without a single word. Her clothes are stars, engulfing her whole body and melted into her skin. Her hair was also made of stars, but a complex series of them. Some knows it – her hair – as constellations, while all Dalmin saw was just purity. She stared at the wolf for so long, and the wolf stared back. None of them even move. They just look at each other, until waiting is hurting them more than before.

You are late, dear

She bursted in tears as the wolf hugged her. Dalmin saw the very definition of a man who manage to cover the stars. Mr. Volk hugged her with all his might, he knows that he has to do so. She didn’t hug him back. She is still too fragile to do so. She just stood there, feel the love wrapped around her, and she finally hugged him back.

I’m sorry dear… I promised you no tears.

He just looked at her, wipe her tears, and smile.

Thank you for being here.

Dalmin did not understand, he never fully understand of what the bridge did. Is this the after life? Or is it just a place for her? Is it about perseverance? Magic that emerged out of darkness because someone wish for it hard enough? He wanted to ask some questions, he almost did.

But then he saw them swingging in the air, swifting and floating in space. They have nothing to say to each other. They know exactly what each other will ever said. They feel it. And that is enough. They are covered by tons and tons of radiating joy that wrapped them together, seemingly keeping them with each other forever.

Inside the happiness itself, Dalmin saw them dancing in the ocean of stars.

So Dalmin did what he did at every end of his previous encounters with the bridge seekers. He wished him goodluck. He did so by gaving the big guy with (now) a big smile, a nod, and after he made his decision to stay with her forever, Dalmin climbed down his bridge alone, reached back to his good old world, and put the bridge back to his pocket.

He thought, maybe after a long and almost endless journey, some people are meant to find peace. And he is glad to help some of them found it.s

The sky bridge

I am Volk the 14th.

I want to go farther than my old uns.

All of them, they failed to save their women. I will not fail.

Dalmin wonder, Why does the people asked for his help always look like those who came out from a book. The kind with lots of pictures and only few descriptive words.

I really want to help you, Volk the pale man, but you have to tell the whole story, about why do you want to condone such journey, what do you hope to achieve, and every detail about your soon to be forded trip. I just do not want to alter any more realities.

His face showed confusion about my last statement. Yet the will of the russian with raggy look stayed unshook. Within a few seconds, he seemed to overcome his need to ask much questions and decided to just told Dalmin of what he asked.

The man is a wolf. Dalmin hoped that he meant figuratively, but then the towering figure showed something hanging in his upper gum. Fangs as big as his thumb, sharper than his then showed claws. He is quite a civil wolf though, said that his family have lived among human for generations, cursed in its form, and bore a single mighty task; to take a journey towards its counterpart.

Counterpart?

Our destined spouses, one that none of us ever successfully meet.

How can you last for generations then?

We do not need destiny to breed.

I see… so this she-wolves.. where do…

….They’re not she-wolves. They are empressess living in the moon.

So.. you want to go to the moon?

He said no, and told a story of his legendary ancestor that manage to reach the white kingdom – something that he refer the moon as. But the empress did not want to come to earth with him, and he is left traumatically torn, and once again, his family failed.

So where do you want to go then?

Farther. Beyond the moon, beyond the stars, I want to go to the end of the universe. That’s where she is.

Dalmin stood silent. He tried to look through the wolf’s eyes and try to see if there is anything behind his words. Dalmin knows that he lied. But Dalmin not sure which part did he lied about. There is something that he did not say, or atleast he said it so vaguely, that he knows Dalmin will not understand it. And Dalmin want to know that. He cannot risk another failed experiment with the bridge. And he decided to confront the huge man with a bold opinion.

But, Mr. Volk…. Don’t you get the story?

What do you mean?

Just by what you told, I understand that… I think the whole family story… is about the act of letting go. Your legendary ancestor, who did you say his name was?… Ta-

Do not speak of his name!

Oh.. Ok… well… He… He..did not fail… he found her right?, and he had his moment. He is brave enough to say his goodbye.

That is exactly what my father said.

Why didn’t you listen to him? Maybe your destiny is here, she might be already here all along.

What happened next almost killed Dalmin because of heart attack. He lunged to him, that big, furry fellow, putting his claw around his chest and fangs above his face. He growled and hissed “she is there… She has to be there”. Dalmin thought Damn this! And put out his bridge. It roses to the sky like a tree, a very thin one, and make repeating sound of thunderclaps. I don’t care whatever catastrophe this may cause, Dalmin thought ,it surely worth not being maimed by a race he just found out to be exist.

Without even in a blink of an eye, the wolf jumped to the bridge and gone. Dalmin managed to fight his fright, he stared at the blinding bridge for a few seconds, Digest the situation with his logic and heart, say the words Damn this! once again, and follow the wolf.

And by the time Dalmin reached back to his good old world, he found himself almost cried. He is a sad man, that wolf. The kind of sad that put so much anger around him, making him even fiercer than guns. Dalmin came back alone. The wolf didn’t want to came despite she said that he will be as much as dead if he decided to stay. He said he died already. And yes, the wolf did found her. He is the first of his generations to be able to stay by his empress’s side. But not in life, in something that is much bigger and much more undescribeable.

Yet what makes Dalmin almost cried is not the end the journey, but the true means behind it. After he jumped to the bridge, he found himself at the end of the universe. Once again the bridge shows its quality. It does not fail. He also found Mr.Volk, as he was just sitting like a huge, unmoved reef that floats in a black, starry scene. He then decided to slowly reached to him, trying to do it as unnoticed as he can.

You know, each of our kind was supposed to meet an unruly death, in times that we expect the least.

Dalmin was quite shocked that his presence is caught with such ease. But what shocked him even more is that the stoic man has now a milder voice, and he addressed Dalmin first without being asked.

That is the third of our curse.

So you live shorter?

Not necessarily. But we die faster, yes.

….

After she cried and mourn for my ‘condition’, she finally found her smile again. Then she said, before everything ends, she’ll make sure that my last vision will be only the most of the world’s beauty.

I told her that its her.

He looked at Dalmin’s eye and now Dalmin found out what the he’s been hiding all along. This time, he told Dalmin the whole truth. She is not an imaginary empress, the ‘counterpart’ he’s been talking about. She is real and alive. Or atleast she was.

Then she laughed, still with tears, and then she hugged me. She hugged me as if she never wanted to let me go. But then she let go, and said that she will be there when I’m leaving. She will make sure that her smile, not tears, that will accompany me towards the end.

You see, Mr. Bridge man, I found her. My Empress. Not in the sky, or sitting in the throne of white kingdom. I found her standing in front of my favourite coffee shop, trying to help a dog that got its leg stuck between broken pavement. And then she left, my curse has become of her. She met my unprecedented death.

What happened?

A car accident. Can you imagine? The wolf lost his empress in a car accident.

Dalmin couldn’t say a single words. He wanted to, but whatever he think of saying suddenly seemed so wrong just before he about to say it. So he just stood there, only slightly taller than the sitting man. Waiting. Just waiting. Hoping that there will be something emerged out of the nothingness.

Nothing did.

Not for a very long and harrowing hours.

Then out of a sudden, someone sat before us. Just sitting. Without much expression, without a single word. Her clothes are stars, engulfing her whole body and melted into her skin. Her hair was also made of stars, but a complex series of them. Some knows it – her hair – as constellations, while all Dalmin saw was just purity. She stared at the wolf for so long, and the wolf stared back. None of them even move. They just look at each other, until waiting is hurting them more than before.

You are late, dear

She bursted in tears as the wolf hugged her. Dalmin saw the very definition of a man who manage to cover the stars. Mr. Volk hugged her with all his might, he knows that he has to do so. She didn’t hug him back. She is still too fragile to do so. She just stood there, feel the love wrapped around her, and she finally hugged him back.

I’m sorry dear… I promised you no tears.

He just looked at her, wipe her tears, and smile.

Thank you for being here.

Dalmin did not understand, he never fully understand of what the bridge did. Is this the after life? Or is it just a place for her? Is it about perseverance? Magic that emerged out of darkness because someone wish for it hard enough? He wanted to ask some questions, he almost did.

But then he saw them swingging in the air, swifting and floating in space. They have nothing to say to each other. They know exactly what each other will ever said. They feel it. And that is enough. They are covered by tons and tons of radiating joy that wrapped them together, seemingly keeping them with each other forever.

Inside the happiness itself, Dalmin saw them dancing in the ocean of stars.

So Dalmin did what he did at every end of his previous encounters with the bridge seekers. He wished him goodluck. He did so by giving the big guy with (now) a big smile, a nod, and after he made his decision to stay with her forever, Dalmin climbed down his bridge alone, reached back to his good old world, and put the bridge back to his pocket.

He thought, maybe after a long and almost endless journey, some people are meant to find peace. And he is glad to help some of them found it.

Its not the instrument, its the destination! That ‘place’ that those duo wanted to go is NOT a place.

It is.

It is not.

IT IS!

Well, define it then…

It is a place with the absence of anything, nothing, and everything.

It is a place where there is no longer a place. A sarcastic endorsement.

Exactly!

Then the Imp hit him in the head, screamed “screw that absurdity!” and by the time Dalmin completed his retaliating gesture of throwing the rest of his unfinished hot coffee towards its face, the Imp is no longer there.

—

About three days ago, Dalmin met an interesting young fellows, said to be in an “around the world expedition”. They said that they are now half way from their home, and as spirited as ever to complete the other half. But still, they are human. Such law of diminishing return strucked them softly but surely. The amazement of visiting new place, tasting new cultures, experiencing new rituals, shouting in new language, has finally been decreased siginificantly for them. The slightly taller guy said that that in the last village they visited, they chose a regular fried chicken instead of a portion of steamed peacock liver; a traditional and rather rare dish that being served only once in every four years.

It was quite a horror for them when they realized how far they have gone from joyfully joining albino-bear hunt with local natives, to eating a regular fried chicken… with fries….

“… With fries..!.” The skinnier guy trembled as he restated his partner’s words…

So Dalmin thought they need something new, and he told them about the bridge.

And as every normal human being that find a teleportation device, they begin fantasizing. When Dalmin told them about they can only go somewhere offworld, they even got more creative. They say they need a few days to decide, as they are very excited about their vast destination options. So does Dalmin. He is quite happy to finally meet someone who does not trying to use his bridge for solving some grieve psychological illness, but a mere pleasure of exploration.

Until they decide where they want to go.

…O… Oblivion? Dalmin asked.

What is that even mean?

Well… A direct translation from the dictionary would say: “the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening around one, such as being extinct from any reality of the world”

…..That…. is….

Intriguingly amazing right?!!!

Well….

We are going to a place that is both immaterial and inexist.

I doubt that it is actually a place.

Well if it is not a place, then the bridge cannot take us there, and we will figure something else out.

So it could not. And that bugged Dalmin so much because he actually thought that the bridge can take anyone to anywhere.

Thus he called the Imp, had a long yet pointless argument, and got dissapointed even more.

There must be a way! Dalmin thought. There must a way.

And after thinking for as long as 4 cups of free coffee refill, he pulled out his bridge. It is now in the shape of a boomerang like flower. Its vibrance making it looks like a blue diamond being cut in an impossible rate of thinness.

Instinctively, he throw that bridge, and it flew, so smoothly, so gently, as if the breezeless air around him is enough to make it float for hours. And then someone caught it. He smiled so wide to Dalmin, making his huge head looked even bigger.

You’re still here.

I am.

Why?

Because I need to tell you something that we just found out.

Is it about the bridge?

It is about where we are.

We’re in a coffee diner.

How long have you been in this diner?

Its only been like… Dalmin looked up the time in his phone, and what follows is not a direct answer, but a confused and shocked reaction.

12 days, 7 hours, and 23 minutes.

But…. I was just….

You were just finishing your 112th cup of coffee.

What the….

We found ourselves started thinking about 6 days ago, and we somehow just finished that thought sometime within the last 3 hours. We didn’t know. Until the guy in our motel hit us with a full pail of iced water, saying that we have not even changed our position since his birthday, which is last week.

Then Dalmin realized, that he is not alone. He is sorrounded by an orange police line, complete with every single cops in town. There are also reporters from different television and paper, and they are either writing, recording, or giving a live report.

WHA… What is happening?!!

Dalmin can hear one of the reporting giving his report.

…This 32 years old attorney, stayed immovable despite 10 grown man pulling him out from his chair…

….The fact that he does not look dying, despite 12 days of nothing but coffee is unbelievable….

….The police department decided that if he does not move during the next 3 hours, they will try to lift him with the whole restaurant, as lifting his chair is proven to be also impossible…

….People are speculating that this is a publicity stunt by some local coffee maker, a marketing experiment if i must say…

….Papa Addams… This is….?

…This is witchery!… An act of cursing the very town…. We cannot let this happen anymore… I have to pray… I have to pray…

In his confusion, Dalmin didn’t notice the flying Imp beside his right shoulder.

What? You think you can make all this mess silently and unnoticed?

What is this?

This is what happened when you call upon oblivion.

But you said it does not exist.

No, I said it is not a place. I never said that it does not exist. Nothing is inexist, even things that you cannot think of is exist.

But oblivion itself is being inexist.

And even being inexist, exist!

You said you hate absurdity.

I was just kidding, I love the absurdity, my very appearance is meant to make you feel uneasy!

The Imp then changed into a pale, long haired man, wearing the best suit mankind can ever tailored.

Curse you!

Curse me, Indeed.

So, this people, can they see you?

Nah… You are now back in oblivion. Actually, you have been here, the first time we met. Remember how you didn’t check your watch while you usually check it in almost every 15 minutes? That’s your body telling you not to.

Why?

Oblivion does not want you to know its presence.

So… What should I do now?

By now, those people will already found out that moving the restaurant is also impossible, so they will try to incinerate it, out of fear, ofcourse. But then as you expect…

…The restaurant will be completely destroyed but…

…But you and the table will not….

…How about the coffee?

AH! That is why I chose you, that attention to detail… Well, since you weren’t drinking your coffee by the time you got into Mrs. O, it will also be destroyed.

…Too bad, that was actually a good coffee..

You are either mad or truly is the son of bridge?

Son of bridge?

We’ll talk about it later… What we have now are two options. You can either start a global scale religious war, or you can go where these things never happened.

You mean back through time.

Time is a pseudo space that humans create to describe what happened and what is going to happen. There is no such thing as time, everything happens now.

You mean….

You see, you are living in a circle of materials, right. Those spaces, one that you drank an aspirin in the morning, went to work and met your boss and then probably call your parents by lunch time and they hear what you said exactly the way you are meant to said it, is a space group. It has the same order of occurence because you are in it . But the order can be very different for the janitor you passed by without even smiling. Your today’s might be Monday, but the janitor’s today definitely different.

What if I asked him the date?

That’s the beauty of it! Interaction would create collision. That single act of asking makes his today is Monday, while without he actually noticed, his today’s was always undecided before you or himself asked.

What if he asked himself, I mean in his mind can try to figure out the time, I mean.. The occurence pattern.

No… You see.. everything is happening, so it cannot be wrong, the order is always right, the collision, gazillions of it, is happening, always happening.

……

I am guessing that you are now thinking?

I am wondering about who are you actually…

Well, You could have just asked.

You will answer it complicatedly.

No I won’t.

So?

I am who created.

You’re…. God?

Hell, no! I ain’t no bookworm like him.. He created everything. The exist, the inexist, the supposed to be exist, the once existed, even time. I created this world. Only this.

You said there is no such thing as time.

Not in my world… So… Ready to choose?

Don’t play with me, you knew what I’d chose.

Good boy, let’s go!

Then Dalmin went. Using his own bridge that this time drawn by the Imp that is now a wicked looking man himself. It shaped like a simple hole in the space and they went in.

He found himself in a crowd, and the two travelers approached him, looked interested by the way he looked, and said Hey, we’re halfway around the world, can you tell me where this is? while pointing to a dot in a map.

I’m sorry, I’m busy

Then he can hear the couple whispered I never knew that people in this city could be so rude… Lame!

Dalmin left. Slowly, thinking what kind of people he met before, what kind of questions he ever asked to some strangers, and how much alteration he made to this world just by a single “hello”

Like this:

Dalmin was about to get ready for work when she sat there, holding a piece of worn out paper that can’t seems to ripped even to the roughest treatment it got. It is a certificate that is not in any human tounge, yet still he read it.

The kid jumped out as he finished reading it, despite the fact that even she does not understand a bit what he is saying.

You read it! You did!

Well kiddo, I really don’t think that it will make any difference since none of us actually understands what it says.

It does not matter! The silly Imp said that the tall man who can read it will show me how I can get to meet my mom.

Her sparkly eyes changed from grayish blue to full blue. As if the world turned from bitter apple to sweet orange for her.

Dalmin cite the word ‘damn imps!’, but only in his head. It will be quite an improper gesture to say curses in front of a child.

Well… I guess I do have something to take you anywhere. So, Where is she?

She’s there. She pointed at the book Dalmin’s holding.

A book?

Yup! I went to her funeral last week, and all of my friends said that she stayed underground. But Gammy said otherwise, she said that the real mother Dana never left, she stays here, inside my favourite book!

Dalmin looked at her sadly. He wishes that he is a sweetheart that could cry each time he heard a sad story. But everybody dies. Every mother, every father, and every brother. They all go away someday.

Anyway.. A book, He thinks. This might be interesting.

What’s the book about?

Its about a girl who went to the playland. She is very happy there. She bought herself an apple candy and ride the merry go round for ten times!! Can you imagine? 10 times!

He read the book, quite swiftly. A normal children book, nothing special. That makes him wonder how would his bridge respond towards her innocence.

I couldn’t find her there though, I read through every page again and again and again and she is not there. So I ask the Imp if I can find her myself, inside the book.

Dalmin smiles. He has not been such a good believer before, but after what he saw these previous days, he would believe if someone told him that he have a pink unicorn for a pet and a living stereotape ate his child.

So he put out his bridge, and what comes out of his pocket is but a single thread, glowing notoriously through his eyes and the girl’s. She then shouted ‘here i come mother!’, and jump to the thread as she instantly shrunk to the size of a right thumb, sliding down to the book and dissapear.

—

Its like opening pages after pages

The Blonde in a trenchcoat said that to Dalmin. He didn’t give her much attention, not until she lit her cigarette and smile to him saying ‘Thanks for letting me get inside the book’

But… Its been like… only a year… You’re what now?… sixteen? Twenty one?

Time works differently in different place. It might be midnight now in middle east, because our world knows a little something called time difference. While the world that book made, the world of childhood, counted months as years. Ironic isn’t it? How the children realm won’t let their citizen being a child for very long.

Because kids grew up too fast. They learn to fast, they think too fast, a simple book will be forgotten in matter of minutes.

Not for me. That book is what is left of my mother. I love that book for as long as I remembered.

How did you get out?

I finished the last chapter.

Did you find her?

Not in the last page.

So you wasted your youth for nothing? That is so sad…

Wasted? I never said that I didn’t find my mother.

So you DID find her?

Somewhere in the third to fourth page.

So why didn’t you get out earlier.

She sipped his ginger tea, and light another cigarette. Her trenchcoat is now all dried off because of the over blowing air conditioner.

She was wrong, that little girl you found was wrong.

I didn’t find you, you came to me.

You did, you just didn’t know.

So what is she so wrong about?

What her grandmother sent her to do. She didn’t tell that girl to find her mother, she told her to let go, and grab on to whatever left of her. She told her to cherish her absence, as much as the memory of her presence.

So she went on journeying through the book after the third page?

She did it with her mother. She fought water dragons & living carousels, she rode jetting rainbows and caught butterbees. She learn to appreciate her presence even more. She didn’t only need her mother, she actually learn to love her.

And then?

And for the few last pages, only her voice came as guidance, she learn the pain of losing her, she lost her innocence, and she finally knows how hurtful parting pain is.

Wow… Gammy surely had some teeth.

Well, everybody does.. Even you. You know that even if I found her inside the book, I cannot always stay.

There is no such thing as always.

I think that’s what my Grandmother tried to say to me. Life will eventually try to get the best of everyone, all we can do is trying to be strong.

She took another sip of his tea, and said that she learned another thing that night. She hates ginger. Then she walked away, without saying much, just like everybody who get to used the Imp’s bridge.

You know, now that I think of, the hardest part of the journey is not the journey itself, but the confusion of the aftermath, asking which reality is actually happening.

Ah come on… Don’t you get it? Reality is overrated dear, just keep doing what you think you can do, and by the end, try to die as well as possible.